Caput Lupinum from Thorn & Shout by THORN & SHOUT

I know I can't be rid of you --
just the same, I'm not your dog.
Your father's folly brought you here;
you knew not the prize you sought.

 | The moon is clear as bells today
 | as the shadow of the pine grows long:
 | The abbey walls are reaching out
 | to cover the tracks of the gone.

For I was born a man like you --
but the forest reclaims her own.
Just as the night has touched me, so
shall moss enwreath your bones.

 | And could I not have flown from here
 | when first you pierced the shroud --
 | when first I saw the torchlight and
 | heard hoof-beats through the ground?

But I'd rather stay and see your face
and face a death that's known --
Than catch an arrow in the back
a hundred miles on.

 | You can keep your belladonna, boys
 | step up and bleed me dry --
 | don't waste your gold on silver
 | you can kill with the tool of your choice.

Now I know I'll miss the morning dew
but I know I could never abide --
In a world where they call the wild wicked
so the wicked forge chains for the wild.

The world of men shall be erased ...
Thank Heaven for that day.

• Folk
• american primitive
• black meadow
• chamber folk
• ecstatic
• outsider
• Maine